Belisarius on the besieged city as a second garrison: the floating mills, the wages and the changed locks of Rome in 537, his second failure to refuse a demanded battle, and the Hippodrome of 532, the day he treated a population as the enemy.
by Belisarius, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium
The Goths cut the aqueducts in the first days of the siege. There were fourteen of them, and Vittigis broke every one, so that no water came into Rome except what the river brought. His purpose was not thirst. The Tiber was running, and a man can drink from a river. His purpose was bread. The city's mills had been turned by water coming down off the aqueducts, and a mill without water has to be turned by animals, and in a besieged city the animals are eaten first. So the Gothic king did not attack my walls that week. He attacked the grain between the stones.
I stretched ropes from one bank of the Tiber to the other, below the bridge, and pulled them as tight as they would go. Between pairs of boats tied side by side I hung the mill-wheels in the current, two mills to each boat, a row of them down the stream. The river turned them. The Goths learned of it from deserters, and they began throwing tree trunks into the river above the city, and the bodies of Romans they had just killed, to come down on the current and smash the wheels. So I put iron chains across the Tiber above the bridge, and the trees and the dead fetched up against the iron. My men hauled them out. The mills kept grinding. The baths stayed dry until the end of the siege.
I start there, with the wheels and the chains and the dead in the water, because it shows the first thing to understand about a besieged city. The enemy outside the walls knows that the population is part of your fortifications, and he will attack it before he attacks the stones. The question for the commander inside is the same as his: are these people a second garrison, or a second besieger? They will be one or the other. They do not stay neutral, and they do not stay as they are. What they become depends on how you work out their hunger, their fear, and their pride.
In March of 537 I held Rome with about five thousand soldiers. I wrote as much to the emperor. Vittigis had come against me with a hundred and fifty thousand; that was the figure I gave, and whether it was his true number or the number he wanted me to believe, I had to defend against it. A city the size of Rome has more wall than five thousand men can man. So I did not have enough soldiers, and I had too many mouths. Everything I did with the people of Rome came from those two facts.
I sent the women and children to Naples, and with them the household servants their masters said they would not need for guarding the wall. This was not mercy, though mercy was in it. Every mouth that left was bread that stayed, and every mother on the road south was one fewer mother in the streets watching her children go hungry, and in a long siege that sight does more harm than a battering-ram.
Then there were the artisans. A siege stops trade. The shoemaker has no leather, and the mason has nothing to build that anyone will pay for. A craftsman with no work and no wage is a man with time to talk, and in a hungry city the talk turns quickly to who might open a gate. I put these men on the walls. I set a daily wage for each man who was not enrolled in the army, and I did not give the citizens their own sectors of wall. I mixed them with my soldiers at every post. A citizen standing next to a soldier learns the soldier's habits, and the soldier sees what the citizen is like. By the same stroke I had filled my shortage of men and taken the idle men off the streets.
That is weakness turned into strength, and there was nothing clever in it. I simply refused to count the population as only a burden. The same hungry artisans can be plotters or sentries, and a daily wage decides which.
Loyalty has to be checked, though, even loyalty that has been paid for. Twice a month I had every key in the city destroyed and new ones made, and I moved the guards to posts far from the ones they had held, so that no man had time to become friends with the gate he kept. I changed the guards every night. I had musicians play on the fortifications through the night, and I posted soldiers with dogs outside the walls. The musicians were not there for the citizens' comfort. Music carries, and an enemy listening in the dark hears that the walls are awake. A traitor within hears it too.
I also removed Silverius, the bishop of Rome, on suspicion of dealing with the Goths, and sent him to Greece. I will not argue that case here. I note only that a commander in a besieged city has to watch the men the people listen to, as well as the people.
In my letter to the emperor I told him something plainly that he did not want to hear. The Romans were friendly to us then. But I wrote that if their troubles went on, they would probably not hesitate to choose the course which is better for their own interests, and that hunger would make them do many things they would prefer not to do.
That was not an insult to the Romans. It was the most useful thing I knew about them. A commander who confuses the goodwill of a population with loyalty will be betrayed, and it will surprise him. Goodwill is a balance on an account. Every day of the siege drew on it: the dry baths, the short bread, the bodies in the river. The mills, the wages, the discipline of my soldiers in the streets paid something back in. The account was never secure. I only had to keep it from running empty before relief came.
They railed against me from the start. Procopius, who was with me as my adviser, records that the Romans railed openly against Belisarius because I had dared to take the field against the Goths before the emperor had sent me an adequate force. They were right about the force, and wrong about what followed from it. If I had waited for an adequate force I would still be in Sicily. But I did not punish them for saying it. A population that curses its commander aloud is telling him where the account stands. The one to fear is the population that has gone quiet.
Now I have to tell the part that I would rather Procopius had left out.
The war of sallies went well for us. I sent Trajan out with two hundred of my guardsmen and ordered him to use only bows: no sword, no spear, and when the quiver was empty he was to ride for the gate. He did it, and after him Mundilas and Diogenes went out with three hundred, and then Oilas with three hundred more. In those sallies we killed about four thousand Goths. My friends asked why I had been so confident beforehand, and I told them the truth, which was a matter of equipment. Nearly all our men and our Hunnic allies were good mounted bowmen. The Gothic horsemen fought with spear and sword and had no practice with the bow on horseback. Their bowmen went into battle on foot, under cover of the heavy-armed men, and men on foot can never sally against horsemen. They could not reach us. We could reach them. There was no genius in it. We fought at a distance they could not answer.
The Goths learned, as enemies do, and stopped offering us small fights. Then the difficulty came from inside the walls. My army, and the Romans with it, began to demand a pitched battle against the whole Gothic host. They had watched four thousand of the enemy die at no great cost to us, and they concluded that the Goths could be beaten in any form of fighting. That was exactly the wrong conclusion. We had beaten them at a distance we chose. A pitched battle takes that choice away and gives the enemy back his numbers.
I told them so. I said that while we fought by sudden sallies, matters stood well with us, and that we ought to keep to the tactics that were responsible for our success. I said that when one's affairs are going well it is inexpedient to change course. Every word of it was right. Then I did what they wanted.
I had done this before. At Callinicum, six years earlier, on the eve of Easter, my soldiers came shouting into my presence and called me weak and a destroyer of their zeal. Their officers joined them. Many of the men had come on foot, and every one of us was fasting. I told them so, and then I gave way: I told them I had not known how eager they were to fight, and that now I was of good courage. We were routed. The Persians gained nothing by it, and I lost men I had no need to spend.
I have said, more than once, that I learned the lesson of Callinicum and never made that error again. The record says otherwise. I made it again under the walls of Rome, with the same reasons given to the same kind of men, and it had the same result. At first our archery told, and the Goths fell in great numbers. Then their reserves filled the gaps, and their numbers did what numbers do. Principius, one of my guardsmen, fell where he stood, and forty-two of his foot-soldiers fell around him. Tarmutus fought with an Isaurian javelin in each hand and got as far as the Pincian Gate before he fell, and he died two days later. The men inside were afraid the Goths would come in with our fugitives, so they shut the gates, and our own soldiers stood against the outside of the wall with no way in, shaking.
One of my dispositions that day was right, and it is worth recording because it came from the true method, even though the day as a whole did not. The Roman citizens had volunteered to fight. I did not put them in the battle line, because an untrained crowd that breaks brings down the trained men next to it. I drew them up beyond the Pancratian Gate across the river, in a phalanx, where the Goths in the Plain of Nero could see them. They were not there to fight. They were there to be seen, so that the Goths on that side would stay where they were and not join the main battle. Even on the day I gave the population the battle it demanded, I found them the one post where their numbers counted and their inexperience did not.
What I learned the second time is harder than what I claimed to learn the first. It is not enough to know that the crowd's courage is not a strategy. A commander who has spent months building a population into his second garrison has also given it a voice in the war, and a voice that is listened to will make demands. The wage, the shared post on the wall, the open complaints I did not punish all made the Romans partners in the defence. A partner who has watched you win will want to see you win all the way. I had built that pressure myself, and I had not built anything to hold it back.
I cannot write about a population as a garrison without writing about the day I treated one as an enemy.
It was Constantinople, in January of 532, five years before Rome. The factions of the Hippodrome, Blues and Greens together, had risen against the emperor, burned a large part of the city, and proclaimed Hypatius emperor. They were gathered in the Hippodrome in their tens of thousands. The emperor's council was deliberating whether to stay or to escape by ship. The empress said to them that she approved an ancient saying that royalty is a good burial-shroud. After that, no one spoke of the ships.
I made my way to the Hippodrome over ruins and half-burned buildings. Mundus went in by the entrance they call the Gate of Death. The people were standing in a mass, not in any order, and they saw armoured soldiers coming at them from two sides. I drew my sword, ordered my men to draw theirs, and advanced at a run. Procopius gives the number: more than thirty thousand of the populace died that day. Hypatius and Pompeius were killed the next morning and their bodies thrown into the sea.
I have no inversion to offer for that day. There was no deception in it, no terrain engineered, no enemy strength turned against itself. It was the thing I have always taught against: a direct assault. This time it was on a crowd rather than a position, in an enclosed space, with the exits held. It worked, and it was meant to. The emperor kept his throne. I served him then as I served him afterwards, when he gave me much less reason to. I do not regret the loyalty. I will not dress up the method.
What I will say is this, as a general and not as a penitent. In the Hippodrome I won a battle and spent capital I did not have to spare. The city that watched Belisarius's soldiers come over the ruins knew what those soldiers would do when ordered. That knowledge served the throne, and it cost the throne something too, because a population that has learned what the army is for does not forget it. A commander can make an enemy of a crowd in an afternoon. After that he can only rule it by fear.
Rome, five years later, was the other side of that account, and I want to be precise about it. It was not atonement. I do not think a commander atones by being prudent. It was the same calculation run the other way. In Constantinople the emperor was losing his city, and I was sent to take it back by force from the people who held it. In Rome I held the city, the Goths were trying to take its people from me, and I had to keep them without using force against them. The wages, the Naples road, the mixed posts, the mills were the price of a population's goodwill, paid a day at a time. The Hippodrome showed me the other price. It is paid all at once, and it keeps being paid for years afterwards.
If there is a rule here, it is short. Before you count your soldiers, count the mouths in the city. Then decide which of those people will stand beside your soldiers and which will whisper about the gates, and pay the first group to stand. Change the locks. Keep the music playing. Write to the emperor what the population will do when its patience runs out, and do not pretend otherwise to him or to yourself. When the people who have become your partners come to you and demand the battle you know you should not fight, remember that you taught them to believe in you, and that belief is not a plan.
The Goths withdrew in March of 538, after John had taken Ariminum, near Ravenna, behind them. The siege had lasted a year. When the barbarians marched north, the boats were still moored in pairs across the Tiber below the bridge, the chains still stretched above them, and the wheels still turning in the brown water.
A note on the record. The narrative of the siege of Rome follows Procopius, History of the Wars, Book V, chapters 19–29, in H. B. Dewing's translation. Callinicum follows Book I, chapter 18, and the Nika revolt follows Book I, chapter 24. Figures such as the hundred and fifty thousand Goths are Procopius's, and modern historians put the Gothic army well below it.
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